March 23, 2007
Nighttime Secrets

Wandering in dark so dense,
Mind aware so not a prude.
Locked away behind a fence,
I mean not to intrude.

The truth goes against all I sense.
Dark despair this place exudes.
Rage engulfs, flames incensed,
Jagged horrors protrude.

I have not slept hence.
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